Morning means more
than it did before.
Back in the heady days
when night throbbed
neon-full, flashing
marquee-music
surging through moon
soaked skies,
I thought it all
was mine!
But now in the morning,
rising before the sun,
pouring strong coffee
into my steaming mug,
the old cat on my lap,
silently I watch
as the sun rises,
and wonder as I see
how He fills the land
most generously.
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